Chapter 1

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Tiny authors note:
Lily's Pov~
Italicized = Lily's thoughts
Normal Font = Regular Conversation/"__ said"
Bold Italicized = Words Spoken in Korean

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"Ughhh Appa! I know I'm getting up, I'm getting up just give me a second, okay?" I said to
him as he was banging all the pots and pans in the world to get me up.

"You said five minutes ago sweetie! Get up! It's your first day and I have to get you there on time!"

"Okay okay."

Once I calmed my nerves, I slowly but surely gets out of bed.

I'm so nervous right now. I mean, I'm going to a whole new school, which I'm not upset about. Old school in NY sucked. Mind you, I'm in a whole different country but it's not allll bad. If you ignore the racism and looks I get AND when people take photos of me on the train, then it's all good! But! I do know Korean so it...some what balances out.

Anyways...

What am I gonna wear? I say staring at my closet.

Wait, who am I kidding. I cant decide what to wear, I go to a school in Korea haha.

You know what? At least my uniform is cute and I can choose my shoes!

Once I put on my uniform, I head downstairs to Appa.

(uniform)~07:20am~

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(uniform)
~07:20am~

"Aww Appa, thanks for the breakfast." I say while running with arms wide towards him.

"Haha no, this is for people who get up on time for school. This breakfast, for me. Thanks for the hug ladybug." Appa says with his gummy smile.

"Ha..ha." I say with a stone face.

"No time for breakfast, grab some rice, put some shoes on, grab your bag and, get in the car!" He says with an energetic tone.

"Wait, where do I put the rice?!"

"In your hand, napkin, I don't know. But let's go!"

I go with a napkin and heads to the car.

As I'm walking, I hear a voice.

"Hey"

...

"Hey!"

I turn around towards the voice and sees a gorgeous looking boy. Oh he's cute.

"Uh yes?"

"Hi! I'm Park Gunwook." He says as he reaches out his hand.

I take his hand and shake it. Great grip.

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